The Overseer’s Plan (Continued)

"This is over," Natasha said, her voice sharp and unyielding as she advanced on the Overseer. The room was a mess of chaos—sparks from the destroyed generators crackled in the air, and the bodies of the incapacitated guards littered the floor. Snake Eyes stood beside her, his knife gleaming faintly in the flickering light. Stark, finally standing tall as his suit recharged, stepped forward, his repulsors humming as he leveled them at the Overseer.

For the first time since they had entered the room, the Overseer's composure faltered. His cold, calculating eyes flickered with something darker—anger, perhaps even fear—as the reality of the situation sank in. His plan was falling apart around him, and he knew it.

"You think this ends with me?" the Overseer said, his voice cold, though there was a slight tremor in it now. "You're wrong. You're too late. The world is already shifting, and what we've started here can't be stopped."

Natasha felt a surge of fury, her eyes narrowing as she stepped even closer to him, her fists clenched. "People like you always think you're untouchable," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You think you can manipulate and control others because you're too powerful to face the consequences. But I've seen your kind before, and you always fall."

Snake Eyes stood beside her, his presence silent but equally menacing. Together, they formed a wall of deadly intent, ready to strike the moment the Overseer made any move. Stark remained close, his repulsors aimed directly at the man who had orchestrated everything.

But the Overseer wasn't done yet. A cold smile crept back onto his face as he straightened, regaining a shred of his former confidence. "You still don't understand," he said quietly. "This isn't just about me. This is about the future—your future. The world is moving beyond people like you. Soon, the enhanced soldiers I've created will be unstoppable. This is bigger than the Red Room, bigger than Hydra. It's inevitable."

Natasha felt a chill run down her spine at his words. The scale of his plan was massive, but she knew there had to be a way to stop it. She couldn't allow him to unleash these enhanced soldiers on the world. The power he had harnessed from Stark's arc reactor was only the beginning—his goal was to turn people into weapons, slaves to his twisted vision of the future.

"There's always a choice," she said firmly. "And I'm making mine."

Before the Overseer could respond, Natasha nodded to Snake Eyes. Without hesitation, Snake Eyes moved. In a flash, he was on the Overseer, his knife pressed to the man's throat before he could even blink. The Overseer froze, his eyes wide with sudden realization. There was no escaping this.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the faint crackling of the damaged equipment. Stark's suit powered up fully, and he stepped forward, the glowing light of his arc reactor illuminating the Overseer's face.

"Give me one good reason not to let him finish the job," Stark said, his voice laced with frustration. "You've got nothing left. Your guards are down, your plan is falling apart, and frankly, I'm not in the mood to listen to any more of your monologuing."

The Overseer's eyes darted between Natasha, Snake Eyes, and Stark. He knew he was cornered. Slowly, he raised his hands in surrender, though his face remained defiant. "Killing me won't stop what's coming. There are others—people who believe in this. You can stop me, but you can't stop them all."

Natasha shook her head. "We'll find them. We always do."

Snake Eyes tightened his grip on the Overseer's collar, his knife poised to end it all, but Natasha held up a hand. She didn't need to kill him, not yet. There were still questions that needed answering.

"Where are your enhanced soldiers?" Natasha demanded, her voice steely. "Where's the rest of your operation?"

The Overseer smirked, even as Snake Eyes' knife pressed dangerously close to his throat. "You think I'm going to tell you? You're smarter than that, Romanoff."

Before Natasha could reply, the Overseer's hand moved subtly, almost imperceptibly, toward a small device hidden in his jacket. But Snake Eyes saw it first. In one swift motion, he disarmed the Overseer, sending the device clattering to the floor.

A small, red light blinked on the device, and Natasha's heart sank. It was a remote detonator.

The Overseer chuckled darkly, even as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "I told you, it's too late."

Without hesitation, Natasha lunged for the detonator, slamming her hand down on the device just as it activated. The screen blinked to life, showing a countdown timer—one minute.

"Stark!" Natasha shouted, tossing the detonator to him. "Shut it down!"

Stark caught the device, his eyes widening as he quickly scanned the interface. "This thing's rigged to blow the entire facility. You've got to be kidding me."

Natasha's pulse quickened. They didn't have time to argue or interrogate the Overseer further. They needed to stop the detonation, or the entire place would go up in flames, and with it, any chance of getting the information they needed to track down the rest of the Overseer's operation.

"Snake, we need to move," Natasha ordered, her voice sharp as she grabbed the Overseer by the collar. "We're taking him with us."

Snake Eyes nodded, releasing his hold on the Overseer just long enough to help Natasha drag him toward the exit. Stark remained focused on the detonator, frantically working to override the countdown.

"Thirty seconds!" Stark shouted, his voice tense.

The trio moved quickly through the control room, pulling the Overseer along with them as they headed for the exit. Alarms blared throughout the facility, red lights flashing as the seconds ticked away. Snake Eyes moved ahead, clearing the way, while Natasha kept a tight grip on the Overseer.

As they neared the door, Stark shouted, "Got it!"

The countdown on the detonator froze at fifteen seconds, the timer deactivated just in time. Stark let out a breath of relief, tossing the now-disabled detonator aside. "That was way too close."

Natasha exhaled, her body still tense with adrenaline. They had stopped the explosion, but the Overseer was still a threat. She turned to face him, her expression hard. "You're going to tell us everything. Every base, every enhanced soldier, every piece of tech. And if you don't—"

The Overseer sneered, cutting her off. "Do what you will. You've already lost. The others won't stop. You're delaying the inevitable."

Natasha's eyes flashed with cold determination. "Then we'll delay it as long as we can."

Snake Eyes stepped forward, his presence looming over the Overseer, and the man finally seemed to grasp the gravity of his situation. He was beaten, his plan foiled, but Natasha knew he wouldn't be the last of his kind. There would always be people like him—people who sought to exploit power for their own gain. But as long as she and Snake Eyes stood together, they would fight to keep that darkness at bay.

With the facility's systems shutting down and the Overseer in their custody, they made their way toward the exit. Stark walked beside them, his suit fully powered and ready for anything. The battle wasn't over, but for now, they had won.

As they emerged from the facility and stepped into the cold night air, Natasha glanced at Snake Eyes. He gave her a silent nod, a mutual understanding passing between them.

They had stopped the Overseer, but the war was far from over.